Sound and vision
My family keep on reminding me that I've done very well to get to my mid-50s before having the need for reading glasses. It first became apparent that things were not as they had always been whilst examining the egg-trays in the moth trap. My attempts to focus on the smaller moths was at first a minor irritant and then something that needed addressing. This did not, however, get in the way of birding - although having never possessed the pin-point visual acuity of an Alfrey or Browne (both Beddington boys), I can still function perfectly well. Having said that, a recent trend is for me to lose butterflies and moths in flight against a backdrop in vegetation. Not all the time, but time enough to make it a regular event.
It is often said that a birder knows when their hearing is going when they lose the ability to pick up the high-pitched calls of crests and the reeling song of a Grasshopper Warbler. I know that I can still do both of them, with a Gropper this Spring being quite a distance away. But an event last week got me a touch worried. At Dungeness, most mornings saw a small number of Tree Pipits calling overhead. I stood there on several occasions when a birder beside me called them out. I hadn't heard a thing. This species had never caused me any problem before. After several days of this I started to worry that maybe my hearing was starting to reduce. But then on morning five one flew over my head and I heard it call. Relief was instantaneous! However, it is likely that I am indeed losing the ability to pick up certain calls at a distance.
So, at 56 I need reading glasses and probably struggle a bit to pick up high-pitched calls at a distance. On the other hand I can still walk for miles and keep going for days. I'm not doing too badly...
It is often said that a birder knows when their hearing is going when they lose the ability to pick up the high-pitched calls of crests and the reeling song of a Grasshopper Warbler. I know that I can still do both of them, with a Gropper this Spring being quite a distance away. But an event last week got me a touch worried. At Dungeness, most mornings saw a small number of Tree Pipits calling overhead. I stood there on several occasions when a birder beside me called them out. I hadn't heard a thing. This species had never caused me any problem before. After several days of this I started to worry that maybe my hearing was starting to reduce. But then on morning five one flew over my head and I heard it call. Relief was instantaneous! However, it is likely that I am indeed losing the ability to pick up certain calls at a distance.
So, at 56 I need reading glasses and probably struggle a bit to pick up high-pitched calls at a distance. On the other hand I can still walk for miles and keep going for days. I'm not doing too badly...
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